here comes the rain again
Forgot my password for a few seconds there. The past few days have been pretty routine like. I spent the previous week coughing my lung out. Not sure if i caught a sudden allergy from the kittens here at the house-- all 3 of them. This week, I had a nice migraine that lingered for a while. And I had that feeling where someone would throw you into a pool, and the water would rush through your nose, so much where it hurt. I felt like a cocaine addict at my job. While working with the students my eyes owuld start watering, and my nose would turn all red. ITs like --excuse me one second let me reach into my desk here for a hit. Anyhow, so Ive been feeling pretty shittee. "I'm feeling muuuuuuuuch better now" though. Enough of the whining.
I cant seem to understand how people can dislike the rain. I remember all throughout school elementary, middle, and high school-- even now.. I loved rain. I remember power walking through the rain with my friend heading towards her house which was a few blocks away from school, having our fake hair dye bleed onto our shirts. Laughing hysterically. I also remember, tossing some guy into a huge puddle of water when it was raining-- that was pretty cool too. During a rain storm, we took an inflatable bed outside, and drafted down the streets, was pretty neat. On top of this i tend to associate rain with the good and sweet innocence unlike every1 else i know. While every1 is dreading the rain. I can't help but picture me and some1 spending a day in the rain. Can't exactly put a face to his title "someone". But someday I will spend a day in the rain just like I picture it.
I question my self as to how others might see me and how i see myself. I feel secure when she tells me how pretty I look. Sometimes she prefers to use the word "beautiful", this coming from my little neice of course. I couldnt ask for more =0)
On a less corny note, Its about time i cut my hair. Hair was approximately half way down my back.. not the hair on my back.. but well u kn0w =o) But yes I did cut my hair prettee short.. No complaints so far.
d3prived, its about time?
I cant seem to understand how people can dislike the rain. I remember all throughout school elementary, middle, and high school-- even now.. I loved rain. I remember power walking through the rain with my friend heading towards her house which was a few blocks away from school, having our fake hair dye bleed onto our shirts. Laughing hysterically. I also remember, tossing some guy into a huge puddle of water when it was raining-- that was pretty cool too. During a rain storm, we took an inflatable bed outside, and drafted down the streets, was pretty neat. On top of this i tend to associate rain with the good and sweet innocence unlike every1 else i know. While every1 is dreading the rain. I can't help but picture me and some1 spending a day in the rain. Can't exactly put a face to his title "someone". But someday I will spend a day in the rain just like I picture it.
I question my self as to how others might see me and how i see myself. I feel secure when she tells me how pretty I look. Sometimes she prefers to use the word "beautiful", this coming from my little neice of course. I couldnt ask for more =0)
On a less corny note, Its about time i cut my hair. Hair was approximately half way down my back.. not the hair on my back.. but well u kn0w =o) But yes I did cut my hair prettee short.. No complaints so far.
d3prived, its about time?